I scored a gift certificate for a class at Radu’s gym during a press event (he’s the guy who trained Cindy Crawford). Since I was bored of jogging, I decided to check it out.
Running late after work—as usual!—I filled out the mandatory safety form in a rush so I could start the session. There was a section where the gym asked who to contact in case of an injury.
Without thinking, I automatically jotted E’s info—his is the only phone number I know by heart and the name I typically give on such forms. When I got to the line labeled “Relationship to you,” I wrote “None.” And then I got all teary-eyed. You know, I’ve been doing fine. Really I have. But it’s the random moments I'm not expecting that take my breath away.